After sitting at the same table with the mean school

Xia Xingyao: "..."

Wu Zhe is a person who speaks truthfully, no matter who it is, he just opens his mouth and flirts.Xia Xingyao simply ignored him, and lowered his eyes to carefully watch the comics drawn on the paper.

Is this really a technique practiced in a math test?Then the math test time may indeed be quite long.

Xia Xingyao scribbled on Wu Zhe's "husband and wife picture", erased the words, and wrote:

- it looks like me

After a while, he added:

- I am indeed so handsome, thanks

-brother

Wu Zhe snickered:

-...you're pretty good at boasting

A cold is a cold, a headache is a headache, and it didn't affect Mr. Xia's ability to appreciate his beauty at all.

There is no need to go to the playground to do radio gymnastics during the break because of the rain, but there is a particularly mentally handicapped indoor exercise in the scene for students to dance in the classroom, and some students will deduct points for inspection.

Xia Xingyao was lying on the table and was unwilling to get up. Liu Lu, the sports committee member, asked on the podium: "Mr. Xia? Mr. Xia? Can you, old man, stand up and have fun with the people for a while?"

Xia Xingyao muffled his voice: "I can't. My old man wants to be stupid today."

Wu Zhe interjected at the right time: "It's uncomfortable, let him lie on his stomach."

Liu Lu expressed his helplessness.

But the first class didn't count on not deducting points or anything if they did well in the big break.

The demons danced wildly in the classroom, and the students who checked might not have noticed that there was a sleeping man in the corner.

Xia Xingyao was half asleep, half asleep, half awake, Wu Zhe suddenly pushed him: "Xia Xingyao classmate."

"...?" He turned his head to face Wu Zhe, opened one eye to show that he was listening, and let the fart go.

Wu Zhe shook the paper cup in his hand for him: "Your favorite little teacher Wu made you a cup of your favorite 999 cold spirit. It's warm and caring. How about it? The other children were all moved." I'm about to cry. Get up and drink?"

He didn't know where he got the disposable paper cups, and Gan Ganling probably went to the infirmary to get them now.

Xia Xingyao opened his eyes, sat up with difficulty, and took the cup from Wu Zhe's hand.The paper cup is warm in the hand, and the unique burnt sweetness of Ganmaoling lingers on the tip of the nose.

He turned his head to look at Wu Zhe, and said hoarsely, "Thank you."

Drank it down, lay down and continued to sleep.

Wu Zhe raised his hand to stroke his soft black hair, and then helped him cover the sweater and hat properly, lamenting that he had simply displayed the compassion that would never be seen again in this life.

It was raining all the time, and it was very heavy near the end of school.

It was almost ten o'clock after school. Xia Xingyao and Wu Zhe separated in the corridor. Wu Zhe told him, "Call me if you feel particularly uncomfortable. Go to bed early after taking a shower, and don't read books."

Xia Xingyao agreed dumbfoundedly, but Wu Zhe rubbed his head again, and entered the house by himself in a daze.

He took a handful of medicine first, and climbed into bed after taking a shower.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of the rain hitting the window made a popping sound.

The high school English text said "Rainydaysmakemesad", Xia Xingyao was dizzy, and there were no parents around, and he was too embarrassed to tell them that he had a cold and was sick, and a sad feeling suddenly emerged in his heart.

There are also some grievances.

He nestled under the quilt and looked at his phone, read Weibo and Zhihu, went around and returned to WeChat, and sent Wu Zhe a WeChat message that didn't make any sense.

-.

Wu Zhe replied quickly, and he didn't look like he was studying.

-?

-. .

-? ?

-. . .

Wu Zhe:

-what do you want to say in the end?

Xia Xingyao pressed the voice button, slipped his hand, and sent a voice message: "Brother Zhe, my head hurts..." He was nestled under the quilt, a little sleepy, and his words were slurred. Zhe sounds very coquettish.

Two minutes later, there was a knock on the door of 2.

Xia Xingyao hugged the sick body, ran to open the door and let Wu Zhe in.

Wu Zhe looked at him sickly, and couldn't even arouse the interest in bickering, so he asked, "Is it still hard? Have you taken your temperature?"

Xia Xing looked at him blankly and shook his head.

"Don't be stupid with a fever." Wu Zhe pushed Xia Xingyao down on the sofa and sat down, bent down and tested the temperature of his forehead with the back of his hand.The two of them were so close for a while that Wu Zhe could even feel Xia Xingyao's scorching breath spraying on his face.And it smells the fragrance of the shower gel on the body of the person who just took a bath, which is a smell of mint and sea salt.

He tested the temperature of his forehead with the back of his hand again, and judged after a close comparison: "Xia Xingyao, you have a fever."

Xia Xingyao lay weakly on the spot: "Oh."

"Is there a thermometer?"

Xia Xingyao instructed him: "It's in the second drawer of the TV cabinet."

Wu Zhe got a thermometer and asked Xia Xingyao to take his temperature, and told him, "Don't move." Then he asked, "Are you hungry? Otherwise, I'll make you some supper."

"You can?"

"I can cook plain porridge. I don't give it to ordinary people."

"The kitchen rice is in the rice bucket, and there seems to be some meat in the refrigerator. Go, Brother Zhe."

Wu Zhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "No, you don't even refuse?"

Xia Xingyao slumped on the sofa, and spoke confidently: "We two... who is with whom. Say it."

Wu Zhe went into the kitchen to cook porridge.

He didn't have time to cook slowly in a casserole, so he could only use a pressure cooker. He washed the rice and put it in the pressure cooker to start cooking.After watching in the kitchen for a few minutes, he turned around and took out Xia Xingyao's thermometer, and looked at the temperature displayed on it by the light.

"39 degrees, it's considered a high fever." He looked down at Xia Xingyao, and found that his lips were chapped and pale, his eyelids were drooping, and the ends of his eyes were pink. He looked sick, and he asked, "Go to the hospital?"

Xia Xingyao resisted very much: "I won't go. Just sleep and it will be fine."

"You really don't want to go? Then take medicine. Did I give you the cold medicine? Did you take it?... I also took two ibuprofen, sweating."

Xia Xingyao: "I ate it. I ate it all."

Wu Zhe turned around and brought him a bowl of porridge made in the kitchen: "Drink some hot water to sweat."

Xia Xingyao took a few sips of his head sullenly, and in the midst of the rising heat, he raised his eyes to look at Wu Zhe: "Brother Zhe, you are really a good person."

"..."

"You are so kind, I really misunderstood you too much."

"You say again that I've turned my back on you."

"Don't." Xia Xingyao compared him to his own bowl and asked, "Aren't you going to drink?"

"It's okay, I'm not hungry."

Wu Zhe watched him finish drinking, then patted his head: "Hurry up and sleep, it will be fine when you wake up, ah."

Before entering the bedroom, Xia Xingyao looked back at Wu Zhe: "Brother Zhe, you are so gentle."

Wu Zhe smiled at him: "Isn't it?"

He heard him murmur again: "I am so happy to be your girlfriend."

That's not it.

Xia Xingyao drank hot porridge and ate ibuprofen, covered his body with a thick quilt, and began to sweat when he fell asleep.

At three o'clock in the morning, lightning split the sky in half, and there was a muffled thunder outside the window.

The night was as bright as day in an instant, and then the continuous thunder rumbled across the sky. Xia Xingyao's face was covered with sweat, and he suddenly woke up from his dream. He sat up hugging the quilt, his body trembling uncontrollably.

It's kind of embarrassing to say.

A boy of sixteen or seventeen is actually afraid of thunder.

He hugged the quilt tremblingly and shrank to the corner of the bed, staring at the sky outside the window, his heart beating violently in his chest.

The pouring rain came with the thunder. The sound of raindrops, thunder, wind blowing through the treetops, and night owls chirping all rose and fell outside the window, making Xia Xingyao's heart beat faster.

He bit his lip, tried to calm his breath, and suddenly jumped out of bed with the quilt in his arms, and quickly ran out of the bedroom with his slippers on, and opened the door.

Standing at the gate of 1104, he suddenly hesitated again.

No.

So embarrassing.

Lightning flashed across the sky outside the small window, and a few seconds later there was another thunderclap.Xia Xingyao's scalp was numb, and he raised his hand and hammered the door of 1104 with his fist.

It took half a minute before he realized that there was a doorbell to ring. He rang the doorbell with one hand, and wrapped the quilt tightly with the other hand, restraining his urge to tremble.

I don't know how long it took.

Whether it was half a minute or half an hour, the door of 1104 finally opened.

Wu Zhe was wearing pajamas, standing at the door with a sleepy face, a small overhead light was turned on above his head, and the light slid down from the bridge of his nose, ambiguous and lingering.

Seeing Xia Xingyao trembling while hugging the quilt at the door, Wu Zhe was startled: "What's wrong?"

He stepped aside, let Xia Xingyao in, closed the door casually, and repeated: "What's wrong?"

Xia Xingyao shook his lips, his eyes were full of water: "That...uh..."

How can a man say that he is afraid of thunder?

Wu Zhe understood instantly. He put one hand on Xia Xingyao's head and looked at him, and asked, "Does Xia Xingyao in the kindergarten class need Mr. Wu to put him to sleep?"

Xia Xingyao opened his mouth suddenly, and said "Ah", "Obviously the big class is coming in the morning..."

"In view of your behavior of asking the teacher to sleep, I don't think it's too much to close a small class?" He raised the corners of his lips, took Xia Xingyao's arm, and led him into his bedroom.

His bedroom was quite different from Xia Xingyao's.Because I just moved here not long ago, I didn't have many things, and I cleaned it up very cleanly, as if I could pack up the boxes and run away in the next second.

There are two figures on the desk, one Draven and one Thresh.Xia Xingyao slowly remembered, oh, it turns out that Wu Zhe really likes Delevingne.Next time... next time you can choose Thresh to play with him.Don't choose Nami to mess with his mentality.

There are two pots of small succulents next to the figure, the leaves are bright green, fresh and tender.

Wu Zhe moved his quilt away to make room for Xia Xingyao.

The bed was quite big, enough for two people to sleep. Xia Xingyao climbed onto the bed without saying a word, hugging his quilt, and was about to say a few words to save face, when there was a thunder outside, which made him shiver , silently retracted into the depths of the quilt.

Wu Zhe was in his bed, and suddenly asked with a sullen smile, "Is your husband also afraid of thunder?" (*)

Xia Xingyao's voice was blunt, and he was a little confused: "The sage will change quickly, so he is not afraid?"

Hearing this, Wu Zhe rolled his eyes, turned off the small lamp beside the bed, and said softly, "Little Liu Bei, go to sleep."

About 2 minutes later, in the suspended silence of the room, Xia Xingyao said hoarsely, "Thank you, Wu Zhe."

"...Go to sleep, Yaoyao."

In the darkness, Wu Zhe didn't even notice it, his voice was so gentle that water could drip down.